§5.6.1Tu quoque, nostrarum quondam fiducia rerum, §5.6.2qui mihi confugiam, qui mihi portus eras, §5.6.3tu quoque suscepti curam dimittis amici, §5.6.4officiique pium tam cito ponis onus?
You also, once the trust of my affairs, who were for me a refuge, who were my harbor, do you also dismiss the care of the friend you undertook, and lay down so quickly the pious burden of duty?
I am a burden, I admit, which, if you were not going to lay down in my difficult times, ought not to have been taken up.
§5.6.7fluctibus in mediis navem, Palinure, relinquis?
Do you leave the ship in the middle of the waves, Palinurus?
§5.6.8ne fuge, neve tua sit minor arte fides.
Do not flee, and let not your loyalty be less than your skill.
Did the fickleness of faithful Automedon ever desert the horses of Achilles amidst fierce battles?
To the sick man whom he once received, Podalirius never failed to bring the promised help of his medical art.
A guest is cast out more shamefully than he is not admitted: let the altar which stood open be a firm support for my right hand.
§5.6.15nil nisi me solum primo tutatus es; at nunc §5.6.16me pariter serva iudiciumque tuum, §5.6.17si modo non aliqua est in me nova culpa, tuamque §5.6.18mutarunt subito crimina nostra fidem, §5.6.19spiritus hic, Scythica quem non bene ducimus aura, §5.6.20quod cupio, membris exeat ante meis, §5.6.21quam tua delicto stringantur pectora nostro, §5.6.22et videar merito vilior esse tibi.
At first you protected nothing but me alone; but now protect equally both me and your own judgment, if only there is not some new fault in me, and my crimes have not suddenly changed your loyalty, may this breath, which I draw with difficulty in the Scythian air, (which I desire) depart from my limbs before your heart is wounded by any fault of mine, and I seem deservedly cheaper to you.
We are not so completely oppressed by unjust fates that my mind also is moved by long misfortunes.
Yet, imagine it were moved: how often do you think the son of Agamemnon spoke wicked words against Pylades?
§5.6.27nec procul a vero est quin et pulsarit amicum: §5.6.28mansit in officiis non minus ille suis.
And it is not far from the truth that he even struck his friend: nonetheless, he remained steadfast in his duties.
§5.6.29hoc est cum miseris solum commune beatis, §5.6.30ambobus tribui quod solet obsequium: §5.6.31ceditur et caecis et quos praetexta verendos §5.6.32virgaque cum verbis imperiosa facit, §5.6.33si mihi non parcis, fortunae parcere debes: §5.6.34non habet in nobis ullius ira locum.
This is the only thing common to the wretched and the blessed, the deference that is accustomed to be paid to both: way is yielded both to the blind and to those whom the bordered toga and the commanding rod with words make respected, if you do not spare me, you ought to spare my fortune: anger of anyone has no place against us.
Choose the least and very least of my troubles, even that will be greater than that which you think.
§5.6.37quam multa madidae celantur harundine fossae, §5.6.38florida quam multas Hybla tuetur apes, §5.6.39quam multae gracili terrena sub horrea ferre §5.6.40limite formicae grana reperta solent, §5.6.41tam me circumstat densorum turba malorum.
As many wet ditches as are hidden by reeds, as many bees as flowery Hybla protects, as many ants as are wont to carry found grains under their underground granaries along a slender path, so great a crowd of dense misfortunes surrounds me.
§5.6.42crede mihi, vero est nostra querella minor.
Believe me, my complaint is less than the reality.
He who is not satisfied with these, let him pour sand onto the shore, ears of grain into the cornfield, and water into the sea.